Leisurely Saturday mornings are a thing of the past in our house this winter. I guess you could say, for us, we’ve hit a new phase of parenting. Many parents have gone down this road with their children well before the age of 6, but we decided to wait until our son expressed an interest to play ball before joining any sports leagues that involved, you know, a weekend commitment.
Sure, he took a sports class here or there while in preschool, but we didn’t commit to what I call “weekend sports hell” until he showed a desire to learn more about a sport on his own. As two middle-aged selfish parents, we certainly didn’t want to give up our Saturday mornings just to give him something to do on a Saturday morning. In our minds, he could find something to do at home at 8:30 in the morning, and it didn’t involve us getting dressed and going anywhere.
We really wanted to make sure he had an interest in a sport before we made a vested weekend commitment for sports.
Apparently, the time has come.
He is finally showing an interest in basketball. Of course, when we take him to collegiate N.C. State basketball games, he shows an interest only in the pretzels at the concession stand. Despite his love for food at games over the games itself, he has still been consistent in expressing his desire to play basketball.
We signed him up to play with a great community center basketball league. He had his first game at 8:30 a.m. last Saturday.
Let’s just say he has a lot to learn. He basically stood on the court, not moving, with his arms stretched out waiting for the ball. And at one point in the game, he tried to play defense by dancing with his opponent. It was the fastest quickstep I’ve ever seen, and I’m not quite sure the other little boy knew what was going on in front of him.
I’m not joking. I think I’ve seen some of those same moves on Dancing with the Stars. If he keeps that up, he may be known as quickstep Hines. Or who knows? He may be off being the team mascot and dancing on the sidelines.
We can hope that his basketball skills will one day soar, and we’re encouraging him as much as we can.
With all kidding aside, the good news is that he has just as much to learn about basketball as everyone else on the team. I’m happy that he says he likes it, and he looks forward to practice on Tuesday and his next game. I hope this interest and enthusiasm continues throughout the season.
I will be very unhappy if we have to push him to continue the season. One thing is for sure; he will finish out all eight games because we must teach him the lesson that he made the commitment to the league, and quitters aren’t winners. He doesn’t have to play next year, but he does have to finish what he started this year. So, no matter what, we’re saying goodbye to a leisurely weekend morning.
In the meantime, I also have to get used to these new Saturday routines myself. I think crockpot cooking is great for practice and game days to save me some time, but I did not a get a game-day win last Saturday. I fouled out BIG-TIME. Let’s just say a crockpot won’t cook dinner unless it’s plugged in.
Like I said, it was an early start to the day.
Sure, he took a sports class here or there while in preschool, but we didn’t commit to what I call “weekend sports hell” until he showed a desire to learn more about a sport on his own. As two middle-aged selfish parents, we certainly didn’t want to give up our Saturday mornings just to give him something to do on a Saturday morning. In our minds, he could find something to do at home at 8:30 in the morning, and it didn’t involve us getting dressed and going anywhere.
We really wanted to make sure he had an interest in a sport before we made a vested weekend commitment for sports.
Apparently, the time has come.
He is finally showing an interest in basketball. Of course, when we take him to collegiate N.C. State basketball games, he shows an interest only in the pretzels at the concession stand. Despite his love for food at games over the games itself, he has still been consistent in expressing his desire to play basketball.
We signed him up to play with a great community center basketball league. He had his first game at 8:30 a.m. last Saturday.
Let’s just say he has a lot to learn. He basically stood on the court, not moving, with his arms stretched out waiting for the ball. And at one point in the game, he tried to play defense by dancing with his opponent. It was the fastest quickstep I’ve ever seen, and I’m not quite sure the other little boy knew what was going on in front of him.
I’m not joking. I think I’ve seen some of those same moves on Dancing with the Stars. If he keeps that up, he may be known as quickstep Hines. Or who knows? He may be off being the team mascot and dancing on the sidelines.
We can hope that his basketball skills will one day soar, and we’re encouraging him as much as we can.
With all kidding aside, the good news is that he has just as much to learn about basketball as everyone else on the team. I’m happy that he says he likes it, and he looks forward to practice on Tuesday and his next game. I hope this interest and enthusiasm continues throughout the season.
I will be very unhappy if we have to push him to continue the season. One thing is for sure; he will finish out all eight games because we must teach him the lesson that he made the commitment to the league, and quitters aren’t winners. He doesn’t have to play next year, but he does have to finish what he started this year. So, no matter what, we’re saying goodbye to a leisurely weekend morning.
In the meantime, I also have to get used to these new Saturday routines myself. I think crockpot cooking is great for practice and game days to save me some time, but I did not a get a game-day win last Saturday. I fouled out BIG-TIME. Let’s just say a crockpot won’t cook dinner unless it’s plugged in.
Like I said, it was an early start to the day.
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